When I got a call to come into the precinct on a Sunday before noon, I was a little more than pissed. Of course, on my one day off, I have to come into work. Of course I work overtime on Saturday just to be reeled back to the station on Sunday. Fuck me and my life.

It gets even worse when I see who’s slouching in a chair next to Detective Carisi’s desk, arms crossed over their chest. Like they’re the ones being majorly inconvenienced.

“Oh, my God…” I grumble, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You again? What is this, like, the fifth time I’ve picked you up this month?”